Probably the worst thing we did was wrap underwear for Quinn in the box of the long-awaited Nintendo DS. This was the smile BEFORE he opened the gift. How 'bout that new orange vest?
Oh! Probably the second-worst thing we did was make fun of the soloist at Christmas Eve service. He sang O Holy Night acapella (in approximately 17 different keys) from the balcony behind us. A couple times we thought he started into a medley, then realized it was just the fourth and fifth verses of the song. Once I was certain that a balcony observer had grabbed his collar and started to choke him, but was wrong. Rachel noted that that some "Ho -o- o- o- ly"'s sounded like Santa's trademark laugh.
But, I remember singing in church as a teenager too. It's a wonder I was ever asked back. I suppose it's all about the joy of Christmas.
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